The Faded Photograph
The rain did not fall so much as it dissolved into the gray air, a fine, persistent mist that clung to the wool of my overcoat and seeped into the marrow of my bones, turning the forest into a place where sound was swallowed before it could travel more than a few feet. I stood by the roadside, the asphalt slick and black, watching the taillights of the transport van fade into the white void,...
0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 1 Views 0 önizleme